Award season is wrapping up. I didn’t notice. I think I was supposed to be excited. I should want to celebrate the best of pop culture. Right?
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. The Grammys don’t acknowledge the music I find exciting. And don’t get me started on the Academy Awards. Who has the money to see films in theaters? Certainly not a second-rate blogger (or perhaps third-rate, after today). Congratulations, Milk and The Wrestler. I’ll catch you on TV sometime. Maybe.
Now I’m conflicted.
The best thing about award season is the Fug Girls. I love mocking clothes I’ll never be able to afford.